oldbloke's mutterings

Apropos the recent "kids don't know where food comes from" brouhaha, on the way from the swimming pool to the car park we had the following conversation:

L: Where does milk come from?
J: Cows. And sheep.
[impressed]
L: And where do eggs come from?
J: Hens
L: Where do we get sausages from?
J: A pan

Oh well, 2 out of 3 ain't bad.

I must go because I want to find out about woodlice

Do you mind if I borrow that line? Next time I get stuck in one of those tedious colleague situations?

Compunter was going to be the name of my tipping service for geegees and footie, but I never finished the programs. Tara will explain this to you when you're older. Maybe tomorrow.